My beautiful picture
Over at dversepoets pub, the challenge is one of writing a poem expressing expressionism. We will see….this was a hard one for me.
Lady Nyo
Her lovely snow-flesh
the tracery of blue veins
upon long slim arms
like embracing filaments
fold themselves gently
cold, smooth marble her skin
water streams from eyes
looks upon such delicate
unearthly beauty, now still.
Grief, mine, stoppered up,
memories, glass-sharpened
cuts a shattered heart.
no hope for recovery,
life folded inward
her pain is over, done with,
mine, just beginning.
Each of grief’s ragged breath draws
out, to join in her silence.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2017
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